I listen to flute in me
wandering high and wide
over calming tropical sea
I see turtles go so slow
following stream of flow
paddling with their fins
creating ripples going
never tiring, keep popping
on my right mountain peaks
where moisture are collected
to flow down river to deep sea
with ease it really amaze me
palms that line sea shore pretty
full of young fruits so shiny
bubbles from sea lips breaking
as it kiss my feet, tickling
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